Summer Moved On

Summer Moved On

” Summer moved on without a promise”,

I heard your voice say on the other side,

as your footsteps walked back to the

table where you let your favorite roses die,

back & forth, back & forth, back & forth,

until your fingers were half an inch

from throwing them out, but no –

you had autumn blossoming in your

own confines, & you couldn’t let go.

I heard you close your eyes, & this time you said,

“you are beautiful”,

& I laughed, but you didn’t.

It was then that I realized,

you need me more than I need you,

& that’s reason enough for me to stay.

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